MODERN DAY PARENTING

November 7, 2010

smoking baby girl

The following is a glimpse into how some parents are…. well you read it and let me know what you think by leaving a comment.

Below is text that I copied/pasted from one of my Facebook friends.  I have changed the names.  Everything else is just as the commentors have written it.

CAST OF CHARAC TERS;  Haley is the daughter of Alicia.  TEEN GIRL is friends with Haley and Alicia and apparently not very fond of how Haley speaks to Alicia (her friend’s mother).

TEEN GIRL: @ Haley, I dont know you other than seeing you with Betty or at Alicias. But i just want to say that i have known Alicia for going on 2 years and she does not lie. She is an adult and doesnt have to explain her self to you. If anything she tells it like it is and you are being rude and ugly to her when all she does is …try to help people. She doesnt deserve the way you are talking/messaging her, and she doesnt have to put up with it. She doesnt let her kids talk to her like that, so why should you be any different? Again she is the adult you are not. Im sorry, but this had to be said. Hope you have a good night.    Thursday 10:48pm 

THE MOTHER: well, as Hellens mother, I know that Hellen gets angry and says things she shouldnt but I also know that I kind of understand how she feels. Its not nice to keep secrets and be the target of the secrets. It is also not nice to purchase phones… for children and have them keep it s secret from their parents. But maybe thats considered the same thing they are telling Hellen….you didnt ask so we didnt tell. As a parent, I think that is unacceptable! I shouldn’t HAVE to ask my child if someone purchased her a phone or anything else. If she doesnt have one, then maybe I, as her parent, have a reason for that. You think?    Friday at 8:19am

THE MOTHER: Personally, I love Betty and I love that she is my daughters friend. And I try to stay out of Hellens business, but I still know her business at the same time….but I feel she needs to live her life and make her mistakes, I will be here to help her through tham. But I was already a teenager….I think I’ll let her be one too. However I am not sure if Betty will be allowed to remain friends with Hellen now and if not…it will not be my doing….. Friday at 8:24am ·

TEEN GIRL:  i understand and get all of that, and like i said i dont know Hellen except for passing by. But it seems to me a child should never talk to an adult the way she did alicia. Thats just my opinon. and you can let her be a teenager and at the same time have rules. Friday at 8:39am ·

THE MOTHER:  yes, I agree. She should not talk to an adult like that AND I told her that….to her face, not on fb. But as you said you dont know Hellen, NOR do you know me. However, it sounds like you have already formed an opinin of me, but I will say that I have rules! Fortunately, they donot include lying to the parents of my childs friends or sneeking around them with the “dont ask, dont tell” theory.  Friday at 11:00am ·

TEEN GIRL let me just say that I have not formed an opinin of you, i dont know you. I was simply stating that I thought it was rude for her to talk to an adult like that.   Friday at 11:33am

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Ten Honest Things About Me

March 27, 2009

I don’t usually do these sort of “you got tagged things” but I’m feeling a bit risky right now.

The “tag” is to post ten honest and/or random things about myself.  So here goes!

1.  I have a Doctorate in “Learning and Putting into Practice Life’s Lessons” from the University of Hardest Knocks. 

2.  For so many years I had such an emotional hole in me because of the relationship I did not have with my father as I was growing up.

3.  I can “read people” pretty well.

4.  I quite school in the tenth grade,  joined the US Navy and got my GED.

5.  As a child I enjoyed being at my cousins home/farm in Southern Louisiana so much  more than I did my own home in central Mississippi.

6.  I was aboard the USS John F. Kennedy in 1973-1974 when it collided with the USS Belknap and so many… many sailors were killed that night.   😦  You should consider Googling that.

7.  I think it is completely reasonable to say that I have switched my addiction(s) from alcohol and drugs to an addiction to God/The Savior!  And I love our growing  relationship!!

8.  I have to keep a close eye on my “need” to be accepted by others.

9.  In spite of my recent ankle surgery I am in the best of physical condition/health.

10.  I don’t look at my “stuff” as my “stuff”  but rather look at it as how my “stuff” can be used to benefit or help others.

I think this is where I’m supposed to tell those who read this that you too are tagged.  But I’m not going to do that.  haha  If it’s not fun for you don’t do it.


You can’t wear that!

February 26, 2009

This morning our little guy was getting dressed for school.  He wanted to wear a nice sweater that is designated “church clothes.”

I just don’t get it.  I mean, what’s the big deal if a kid wants to wear something nicer than usual?  I know, I know, nicer clothes cost more and all but c’mon…

When we decided to adopt these two little kids I made a conscious decision to do some things differently.  One of them was too not sweat the small stuff.  I think if a kid wants to wear an orange shirt with plaid pants, white socks and red tennis shoes… What’s the big deal?  So the kids looks funny. 

We want our children to express themselves except for when they dress themselves (now when they get to be teens I will have a say on how the little girl dresses).

However, one of the most important things I consciously/deliberately decided when we decided to adopt our “new kids.” Is to pick my “battles” carefully.  5:40 a.m. is not the time to begin a skirmish, much less a battle!

We are going to need to have a(nother) discussion about what is really important and what is not.


Wednesday, February the 11th

February 10, 2009

 

 Compass Industries 3 Inch Round Readers Magnifying Glasses CPS-2497-3

Well, Wednesday, February 11th 2008 has been designated (by me) as the official “JUMPING THROUGH HOOPS DAY!”

Sometime between 8a.m. and 5p.m. one of the State Fire Marshalls will visit our humble abode.  Heck even the cable company narrows it down to a four hour window.  But a-lass the cable company is a private company and not a government agency. 

I think I’m supposed to buy new smoke detectors.  The high dollar ones we bought a while back doesn’t have the manfactured date on them.  I think we are supposed to be able to prove that the smoke detectors are less than five years old.  Maybe I should just burn some bread in the toaster oven to show her the dang thing works! haha

Then some time between 8a.m. and noon the Department of Health and Environmental Control will be coming by to make sure that it was not just some fluke that our “new kids” miraculously survived over the last thirty-three months we’ve had them.  We will need to demonstrate that our home is (in fact) a safe home.

Sigh.

One of the questions on the questionair we had to fill out was something like:

– What is the most difficult problem you have had to deal with during the adoption process?

Answer:  DSS

Another question was something like;

– What has been the easiest thing to deal with during the adoption process?

Answer:  The children!

Keep focused.  We’re almost there…


Surgery Adventure Day!

February 9, 2009
THE FOOT

THE DRUMSTICK!

Surgery was scheduled for Thursday at 2:30p.m.  So the pre-op nurse called me Tuesday afternoon to verify things.  Ummm, no, it’s not my right knee but rather my right ankle.  Sigh. 

This is what some would call my eleventh “major” surgery.   The way I explain it is, if I’m going under general anesthesia I consider that “major” surgery.  Of course I’m already annoyed because this surgery is necessary due to numerous bone spurs that developed on the top joint of my ankle.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not annoyed because I have the bone spurs.  I’m annoyed because the VA doctors couldn’t even read the MRI and see the bone spurs.  But hey, doctors have to learn how to be doctors somewhere.  It may as well be on a vast pool of people who have already sacrificed part of their life.

Of course I get the standard instruction(s) about not eating or drinking anything after midnight.  So I got to thinking… if my surgery was at 10a.m. instead of 2:30p.m. I would surely get the same “don’t eat or drink anything after midnight” instruction.  None the less I was a good patient and didn’t eat or drink anything after the magical hour of midnight.

The surgery nurse called around 10a.m. that morning stating that there had been a cancellation could I come right then?  What?   Sure, I’ll just rearrange everything that I’ve already rearranged and see if I can arrange to get there right away! 

So I got there around no0n-fifteen, show them all the necessary documents that assures them that if something goes terribly wrong that my wife and insurance company will still pay. 

During the rearranging time I managed to get a ride to the surgical center to meet my Mrs. and four year old son.  The three of us are sitting there looking at one of those Highlights magazines trying to find the hidden pictures in the big picture.  Now let me just tell you right here; if you are one of those people who circle all the hidden pictures inside the big picture… shame on you!  This lady sitting nearby hands us a newer copy that hasn’t been vandalized.  I thank her.  Our little guy remarks how we can circle the pictures when we find them.  I told him that we weren’t going to do that.  The bizzy-body lady then proceeds to give us her permission, stating that they have plenty of them.  So then, as I understand the situation, if there is this magical number of  copies of Highlights magazines on hand the public can just go about willy-nilly defacing said publications.

I had no idea that our refusing to vandalize the magazines would have such a negative affect on the bizzy-body lady.  After just a couple of minutes she picks up her cell phone and (apparently) is calling her physician’s office.  The call went something like this.  “Hello, this is Jane Doe.  Dr. Smart E. Pants  has me on four Prozac a day.  Well, I’m just wondering how much it would be for six.  Yeh,  six.  I’m on four now but I’m having some issues and I think six would be good.”

Well by now, I’m looking around to see if she has one of those purses that can hide a meat cleaver.  Fortunately (for me) they called me back.  Shew!  I’m not to worried about the Mrs. or our little guy.  I think they can handle her.

So I was pleasantly surprised when the nurse told me that I could keep my left sock and my underwear on!  Now that I’m ready they let the Mrs. and our little guy back.  He is just a hoot!  We’ve taught him his “meeting manners.”  Whenever he meets someone new he stands up, sticks out his right hand (to shake) and says, “Hi, my name is Porter.  Nice to meet you.”  It is so cute.  So sure enough that’s the first thing he does when he comes back.  He met nurse Sue, then the surgeon, then the anesthesiologist and finally the OR nurse who came out to wheel me in.

The surgeon said the operation should only take about an hour to an hour and a half.  WRONG!  Just a little over two hours later I was back in the recovery room. 

Good news.  Bad news.  Good news is he was able to remove all the bone spurs.  Bad news is there isn’t much cartilage left in that joint.  He said he made some holes in the bone and hopefully that would make the bone generate cartilage. 

The surgeon made me my very own pictures of the inside.  It’s pretty wicked looking.

Awesome pain killers too: OXYCODONE-APAP along with the anti-puke, anti- itch meds.  I’ve been taking the pain meds pretty regular.  Except that it’s about 10:15a.m. now and I haven’t taken any since about10:30p.m. last night.  I think I’ll stop sucking it up and take maybe a half dose.

Originally he said off my feet for a couple of weeks.  Now he’s saying at least a month and that he doesn’t even want to see me back for ten days!  I mean look at the size of that friggn cast!  We had to get some specially weirdo fitting elasto pants just to get some clothes.

Well, that’s about it for now.  I think it’s time for some la-la- land.